Wednesday, November 23, 2016

White II

Why do most people associate the color white with pureness, goodness, benevolence etc? Hospital sheets are mostly white, but so are the death shrouds of those who died upon the sheets…Surely they are not, then, holy and pure?   

The Ku Klux Klan wears white. The priests’ clerical collars are white. The imperial Storm Troopers wear white. Does that make them pure and benign? 

I think I’d rather go color blind, with eyes and heart burnt by the gentle embers of firewood, then to get lost in such useless concept.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

An Itch

It’s been coming and going lately, that carnivorous instinct, like a severe itch that just can’t be scratched. Itching for bodies, for warm sweaty runs and salty blood, through the evergreen nightshade. 

It's an itch. When every single impulse of stress and hatred crashes like giant waves on the inside of one’s skull, fracturing and ripping apart whatever limits may still be there.   

Thursday, November 10, 2016


A journey of a thousand life time starts with a single step. And sometimes it starts with a single step into a circle.

The circle of protection, where chants of the most concentrated kind can be perpetrated to the dismay of foreboding spirits…

Wednesday, November 9, 2016


I know now that the essence of the bunny’s white fur is the whiteness of the coffin worms. Pure and unblemished, all it is missing is some red stains of love. 

Love under will. 

Love under force. 

Love under dominance.

Saturday, November 5, 2016


Looking at the grey skies and clouds, reflecting upon the grey walls and streets, one simply has to accept the fact that gloom is not a choice or temporal circumstance, at least not now, not in this plane.

It is, on the contrary, the quintessence of what this extant plane is all about.

Yes indeed. Being hopeful and positive is, ultimately, an aberration.

Thursday, November 3, 2016


When we stand in a circle, the circle is us, and there is no end or beginning between us. 

We are one and all, and none shall know about us as the circle keeps everything only among us. 

We are inseparable and unified as one, forever joined in a holy covenant.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Perfect Music

As one lies in the beach in search of solitude and insight, there is no better music, no better audio sedative than the perfection that is bowed metal music.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016


A womb impregnated by means of no intercourse. Magical, was it?

Isn’t it wonderful how a thing, which surprises very little with today’s advances in medical science and technology, could then lead to all the ongoing bloodthirsty trail of the Abrahamic religions? 

From a story of a supposed virgin’s dark womb comes forth the deluge of sanguinary history, which has not ceased to maim us all to this very day. 

Now that is bloody magical indeed.

Monday, October 31, 2016


The perfect toys for any child are ones that teach the true nature of things. 

The ones that lure the mind to the powers that beckons in the dark

And the bewitched, enchanted amulets of the netherworld kind.

Sunday, October 30, 2016


Although one doesn’t cringe easily at hard to discern or accept situations, some oddities of the youthful kind, or of the ‘some-riffs-are-strangely-similar-to-a-certain-other-bandcircumstance, do entice some cringe-worthy moments in one’s erstwhile dull, dreary life.